Frail Love

When love is weak, it cannot build an abode

Frail will and no deep purpose to lay a foundation

Pretence boldly narrated with the masks on

Lust is revered and greeted with lot of excitement

Nothing displeasures when there is no purpose

A soul cannot stay without an abode for long

Deprived and neglected in the wayward journey

Only a realization that comes too late in life

That one moment in life can unsettle existence

Frail love cannot be rescued from oblivion©